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For Conference Meetings. 

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SACRED SONGS: 



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| SOCIAL RELIGIOUS MEETINGS, 
SABBATH SCHOOLS, 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 



BY L. S. EVERETT, 

PASTOR OF THE UNIVERSALIST SOCIETY, IN SALEM, MASS. 



BOSTON: 

1 843. 



Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1843, by 

L. S. EVERETT, 

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of Massachusetts. 

STERKOTYPED BY \. B. KIDDER, 7 CORNHILL, BOSTON. 



REMARKS. 

The compiler of this Collection of Hymns and Tunes would not conceal the 
fact that he has never been fully satisfied with any work of the kind that has 
fallen under his observation Nor is he vain enough to think that this will 
please all who have tastes of their own, and are entitled to the right of being 
reasonably fastidious, as- regards the means of securing their gratification. He 
can only say that unwearied pains have been taken to combine simplicity with 
utility •, to find Tunes adapted to the purposes for which these are intended ; 
and Hymns calculated to awaken such emotions as are congenial with a 
rational piety, and a pure, elevated, and undefined religion. Light and trivial 
pieces, and poetry of a similar character, which, in sorrow be it said, have been 
too much in vogue, have been unhesitatingly rejected ; while an effort has been 
made, to furnish our denomination with the means for cultivating a correct 
taste, rather than intentionally to administer to the gratification of a bad one. 

The tunes, with but few exceptions, are arranged with only two parts. The 
considerations which led me to prefer this plan are both weighty and obvious. 
In Conference meetings, and Sabbath Schools, it is desirable that all, or nearly 
all should unite in singing — this being a most important part of the exercises. 
In congregational singing, it is next to impossible for the voices to be perfectly 
harmonized. In proportion to the number of parts, is the nicety and intricacy 
of the harmony, and, consequently, the difficulty of performing the piece. It 
is not to be expected, therefore, that any congregation can be made to sing 
more than two parts, with any degree of accuracy. Aside from the inconve- 
nience of arranging two parts on one staff, and the perplexity necessarily occa- 
sioned by such an arrangement, it is by no means desirable to have any attempt 
made to sing more than the Air and Bass. 

The Responses in this collection are designed to be sung as the exercises of 
the meeting proceed, to occupy the moments which might otherwise be allowed 
to pass away in unprofitable silence. A moderate degree of familiarity with 
the work will enable the leader of the singing to find something suited to al- 
most any subject under consideration, without difficulty or loss of time. 

I take pleasure in acknowledging my indebtedness to the Editors, and Authors, 
from whose works selections have been made. Should this collection add any 
thing to the interest, pleasure, or profitableness of those social meetings which 
Have been found so eminently conducive to the moral and spiritual welfare 
of the denomination of Unlvenm-lisfs, I shall be glad. L- 8. B. 



INDEX OF HYMNS. 



Awaked by grace, 14 

Away with our sorrow, 26 

All hail the power, 42 

Awake my heart, 91 
Awake my soul, and with the sun, llH 

Ah! whither should I, 78 

Awake my soul, to joyful, 74 

Before Jehovah's, 71 

Behold the morning, 87 

Behold the glories of, 92 

Broad is the road, 101 

Behold where in, 106 

Come hoh Spirit, 7 

Come ye disconsolate, 25 

Come sound his praise, 86 

Come ye that love, 86 

Come thou almighty, 89 

Deathless principle arise, 18 

Ere I sleep, 99 

Far from my thoughts, 20 

From whence doth this union, 45 

Farewell to the pleasures, 51 

Farewell, dear friends, 56 

From ever\ stormy wind, 64 

From every earthly pleasure, 23 

Father of our dying, 83 

From Greenland's icy, 95 

Far from these scenes, 93 

From gloomy dejection, 108 

Glory io thee, my God, 19 

Centh . Lord, O gently lead us, 35 

Glor\ to Jesus. 105 

God my supporter, 72 

Cod of our salvation, 67 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot, 15 

Hail, sov're'mu love, 16 

Hark, how il.c j-uapei trumpet, 33 

How lovely the place, 37 
Ho! all ye hungry, starving souJs, 48 

How gracious the promise, 50 

How sweet to reflect, 52 

Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, 58 

How pleased and blest, 66 

] hi her >e faithful, 76 

Hark the glad sound, 88 

}' w various and, 102 

]n son^s of sublime adoration, 32 

I have fought the good fight, 41 

1 have looked round the, 44 

I'm not ashamed, 65 

Jesus thou didst bid us, 55 

1 my cr<»>s have, 100 
Let th> kingdom, blessed Savior, 40 

Let exrnh and heaven a#ree, 47 



Lord, dismiss us with, 67 

Look through creation, 81 

Lord what our ears have, 85 

Lord of the worlds above, 90 

Love divine all, 97 

Lord what a thoughtless, 98 

Now to the Lord a noble song, 21 

Not from the dust affliction, 22 

Now, e'en now, 83 

O, come, loud anthems let, 5 
O thou who driest the mourner's, 11 

O how happy are they, 17 

Our Father, whose eternal, 31 

O what amazing joys, 79 

O that I had some, 84 

O Lord accept, 94 

Religion is the chief concern, 38 

Rise, my soul, 91 

Sweet is the work, my God, 6 

Spare us, O Lord, 8 

Sing to the Lord, ye distant, 9 

Servants of the living God, 54 

See what a living stone, 68 

Show pity Lord, 69 
Show pity Lord, 103 

See the Lord of glory, 70 

Sweet as the shepherd's, 80 

So fades the lovely, 82 

Sweet is the friendly voire, 85 
There is an hour of peaceful rest, 13 

There is a fountain filled, 24 

Though hard the winds are, 30 

The morning light is breaking, 34 

Teach me the measure of, 39 

The Savior calls, 43 

The pleasures of earth, 60 

The Lord descended, 62 

The spirit in our hearts, 87 

Through all the changing scenes, 96 
This world is all a fleeting show, 107 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 82 

Welcome sweet day of rest, 10 

When marshalled on the, 12 

While shepherds watched, 27 

What's this that steals, 28 

What sound is this? 29 

With music gently flowina, 30 

When shall we all meet again, 36 

Why do we mourn departing, 49 

Whilst thee I seek, 59 

With reverence let the saints, 63 

With solids and honors, 78 

While with ceaseless course, 75 

Ye angels who stand, 46 



INDEX OF TUNES. 



All's Well, 

Arlington, 

Amsterdam, 

Bridgewater, 

Brookfteld, 

Benevento, 

Beverly, 

Bethlehem, 

Bethesda, 

Boylston, 

Complaint, 

Come ye Disconso ate, 

Cory don, 

Cheerful Hope, 

Coronation, 

China, 

Christian Warrior, 

Christian Hope, 

Cambridge, 

Charity, 

Devotion, 

Devizes, 

Departing for the kingdom, 

Dalston, 

Dismission, 

Dover, 

Disciple, 

Evening Hymn, 

Eden of Love, 

Evening, 

Friendship, 

Ganges, 

Greenville, 

Good Shepherd, 

Greenwich, 

Hour of Rest, 

Happy Pilgrim, 

Hiding-place, 

How lovely the place, 

Home, 

Invocation, 

Italian Hymn, 

Joys of Conversion, 

Knox, 

Lisbon, 

Lenox, 

Lena, 

Loving Kirftlness, 



91 
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69 
75 

63 
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25 
26 
30 
42 
49 
54 
58 
88 

108 
20 
43 
56 
66 
67 
85 

100 
19 
52 
99 

105 
14 
35 
40 
98 
13 
15 
16 
37 
60 
46 
89 
17 
84 
10 
47 
70 
74 



Love Divine, 

Morning Light, 

Meditation, 

Majesty, 

Missionary Hymn, 

Mear, 

Marblehead, 

Maryland, 

Morning Hymn, 

Northfield, 

Old Hundred, 

Ortonviile, 

Parting Friends, 

Peace Troubled Soul, 

Peterborough, 

Portuguese Hymn, 

Pleyel's Hymn, 

Pickering, 

Qjiincy, 

Resignation, 

Romaine, 

Rochester, 

Russia, 

Sterling, 

Star of Bethlehem, 

St. Martin's, 

Sherburne, 

Supplication, 

Stafford, 

Salem. 

Shirland, 

Silver Street, 

The Mourner's Song, 

Transport, 

Truro, 

The Martvr's Song, 

The Mercy Seat, 

Turner, 

Thirty-fourth Psalm, 

Union Hymn, 

Unnunti, 

W.hittemore, 

Who's like Jesus, 

W inter, 

Windham, 

Zion'a Pilgrim, 

Ziou, 



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95 
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102 
78 

104 
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106 
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22 
23 
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21 
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SACRED SONGS. 



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And humbly bow before him there ; 
To him alone the grateful song, 
And thankful hymns of praise belong. 

Earth and its depths are in his hand •, 
Sea and its isles his wisdom plann'd; 
And earth, and sea, and sky proclaim 
The might and honor of his name. 

J come, and bow before the Lord, 
Ye who can best his praise record ; 
Come, and with holy hosts above, 
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RESPONSES. 

1 Awake to praise each joyous tone, 
To make our holy transports known •, 
Awake each tongne— lift up each voice! 
In grateful rapture to rejoice! 

2 Give to the Lord immortal praise; 
Mercy and truth are all his ways-. 
Wonders of grace to God belong — 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

3 O all ye people clap your hands! 
And shout, in triumph, while you sing! 
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My heart shall triumph in the Lord, 
And bless his works, and bless his word} 
Thy works of grace how bright they 

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How deep thy counsels, how divine ! 

And I shall share a glorious part, 

When grace refines my longing heart ; 

For then in spirit I shall feel 

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When shall I see, and hear, and know I love the Lord— I love his cause, 

All I desired or wished below, I love his just and holy laws, 

And every power find sweet employ I love his word, I love his ways, 

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Our souls can neither fly nor go 
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In vain we tune our formal songs, 
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Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
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RESPONSES. 



1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears 
To our believing eyes! 

The earth and seas are passed away, 
And the old rolling skies. 

2 From the third heavens, where God 
That holy, happy place, [resides, 

The New Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorned with shining grace. 

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Men, the dear objects of his grace, 
And he the loving God. 

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And pains, and groans, and griefs, and 
And death itself shall die! [fears, 



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God's own almighty Son ; 
His power the sinking world sustains, 
And grace surrounds his throne. 

Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, 
Joy through the earth be seen ; 

Let cities shine in bright array, 
And fields in cheerful green. 

Let an unusual joy surprise 
The islands of the sea: 
i Ye mountains sink: ye vallies rise! 
Prepare the Lord his way! 

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To show the world his righteousnes-, 
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RESPONSES. 

1 Hark, the glad sound 'the Savior comes, 

The Savior promised long! 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
The bleeding soul to cure ; 

And, with the treasures of his grace, 
T' — rich the humble poor. 

8 0"r glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 

And heaven's eternal arches ring, 
Willi thy beloved name. 

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And Jove, and praise, and pray. 

One day, amidst the place 

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1 Shall we go on to sin, 
Because thy grace abounds.' 

Or crucify the Lord again, 
And open all his wounds.' 

2 Forbid it, mighty God! 
Nor let it e'er be said, 

That we whose sins are crucified, 
Should raise them from the dead. 

8 We will be slaves no more. 
Since Christ hath made us free, 

Has nailed our tyrants to his cross 
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Why do we mourn departing friends, 

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Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem, 
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It made my dark forebodings cease ; 
And thro' the storm and danger's thrall, 
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When dread misfortune's tempests rise, 
And roar through all the darkened skies. 
Where *hull the anxious pilgrim gain 
A shelter from the wind and rain? 
Within the covert of thy grace, 
O Lord, there is a hiding-place, 
Where, unconcerned, we hear the sound, 
Tho' storm and tempest rage around. 



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A couch for weary mortnls spread, There ravs divine disperse the gloom, 

Where they may rest the aching head, Beyond the dark and narrow tomb 
And find repose— in heaven. Appears the dawn of heaven. 



There is a home for weary souls, 

By sin ami sorrow driven ; 
When tossed on life's tempestuous 

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Where storms arise and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear— but heaven. 

There faith lilts up the tearless eye 

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Sees evening shadows quickly fly, 
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1 Sweet hours of rest, amidst our woes, 
To us on earth are given — 

On Jesus' breast we may repose, 
Nor fear the conflict with our foes, 
And feel that here is heaven. 

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How Jesus conquered death and hell, 

And broke the tempter's snare; 
Yet, when I found this truth remain, 
44 The sinner must be born again," 

1 sunk in deep despair: 

But while I thus in anguish lay, 
The gracious Savior passed this way, 

And felt his pity move; 
The *iF«ner t Ly vh* law once slain, 



Now by his grace is born again, 
And sings redeeming love. 

RESPONSES. 
1 

Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 
O take possession of thine own, 

For thou hast set me free ; 
Released from sin, at thy command', 
See all my powers in waiting stand, 

To be employed by thee. 
2 
All glory to our God above, 
For all the tokens of his love, 

By all mankind be given ; 
Let every heart in praise ascend, 
And every note of rapture blend, 

With ion?* of joy in heaven. 



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Already saved from low design, 

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The hope of everlasting good 
Takes from my heart the heavy load, 

I look to God above. 



TART SECOND. 

Nothing on earth I call my own ; 
A stranger to the world — unknown — 

I all their goods despise ; 
I trample on their whole delight, 
And week a city out of sight, 

A city in the skies. 



The things eternal I pursue, There is my house and portion fair, 

A life divine beyond the view M> treasure and my heart are there. 

Of those who basely pant And my abiding home ; 

For things by sinners felt and seen ; For me my elder brethren stay, 

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Against the God, that built the sky, 
I fought with hands uplifted high: 
Despised the mansions of his grace, 
Too proud to seek a hiding-place. 

Enwrapt in dark Egyptian ui»ht, 
And fond of darkness more than light 
Madly I ran the sinful race, 
Secure without a hiding-place! 

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" Almighty love arrest the man j" 
I felt the arrows of distress, 
And (bund I had no hiding-place. 

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And mercy's angel soon appearM j 
Who led me on a pleasing pace, 
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RESPONSES. 



Lord, how delightful 'tis to see, 

A whole assembly worship thee! 

At once they sin.o, at once they pray, 

They hear of heav'n, and learn the way. 



O, write upon my memory, Lord, 
The truth 'ind precepts of thy word, 
That 1 may love thy law the more, 
And serve thee better than before. 



With holy thoughts and scenes divine, 
Fill up this longing heart of mine, 
That faithful 1 may ever be, 
To all the lav* derived from the* 



JOYS OF CONVERSION. 17 



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When the favor divine I was carried above 

I first found in the blood of the Lamb •, All my sin, and temptation, and pain} 
When at first I believ'd, And I could not believe 

What a joy I receiv'd, That I ever should grieve, 

What a heaven in Jesus's name! That I ever should suffer again. 

'Twas a heaven below, O: the rapturous height 

My Redeemer to know, Of that holy delight, 

And the angels could do nothing more, Which I felt in the life-giving blood! 
Than to fall at his feet, Of my Savior possessed, 

And the story repeat, I wa s perfectly blessed, 

And the lover of linnera adore. And was flll'd with the fulness of God. 



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Fearless to his presence fly ; 
Thine the merit of his blood, 
Thine the righteousness of God! 
Angels, joyful to attend, 
Hovering round thy pillow bend*, 
Wait to catch the signal given, 
And escort thee quick to heaven. 

Is thy earthly house distressed, 
Willing to retain its guest? 
'Tis not. thou, but it, must die- 
Fly, celestial tenant, fly ; 
Burst thv shackles, drop thy clay, 
Sweetly breathe thyself away: 
Singiug, to thy crown remove, 
Swift of wing, and fired with love. 



Shudder not to pass the stream, 
Venture all thy care on him, 
Him, whose dung love and power 
Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar. 
Safe in the expanded wave, 
Gentle as a summer's eve: 
Not one object of his care 
Ever suffered shipwreck there. 

See the haven full in view, 

Love divine shall bear thee through. 

Trust to that propitious gale; 

Weijih thy anchor, spread thy sail! 

Saints in glory perfect made, 

Wait thy passage through the shade: 

Ardent for thy coining o'er, 

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EVENING HYMN. L. M. 



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Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done •, 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

Let my blest guardian, while I sleep, 
His watchful station near me keep; 
My heart with love celestial fill, 
And guard me from the approach of ill. 

O when shall I, in endless day 
For ever chase dark sleep away, 
And hymns divine, with angels sing, 
Slory to thee, eternal King? 

f.ord. let my soul for ever share 
The Miss of thy paternal care-, 
TU heaven on earth— 'tis heaven above 
To see thy face, and sing tbv love! 



RESPONSES. 

1 My God, permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and thee; 
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest love. 

2 Why should my passions mix with 

earth, 
And thus debase my heavenly birth? 
Why should I cleave to things below, 
And let my God, my Savior, go? 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense: 
One sovereign word can draw me 
I would obey the voice divine, [thence: 
And all inferior joys resign. 

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, with- 
Let noise and vanity be gone: [drawn ", 

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My he*ven, and there my God, I find. 



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How sweet thine entertainments are! 
Never did angels taste, above, 
Redeeming grace, and dying love. 
Hail, great Immanue!, all divine! 
In thee thy Father's glories shine, 
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, 
That eves have seen, or angels known. 



RESPONSE. 

To thee, O Lord, the God of Love, 
"Who dwellest in the light above, 
Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
By all on earth, and all in heaven. 
O, through thy Son, to us impart 
Thy spirit, to inspire each hear'., 
That so our virtues may increHse, 
And we enjoy thy perfect pence. 



TRURO. L. M 



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My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ; 
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ; 
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 

O may I live to reach the place 
Where he unveils his lovely face ; 
Where all his beauties you behold, 
And ling his name to harpa of goi<U 



RESPONSES. 

1 
When doubts and fears prevailing rise, 
And fainting hope almost expires, 
To thee, O Lord, I lift mine eyes, 
To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 

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throne, 
All heaven in ceaseless worship waits ; 
Whose g'ory fills the worlds unknown j 
Praise ye the Lord, from Zion's gates. 

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O, let our hearts and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess ; 
And let our works of virtue shine, 
To prov© the doctrine all divine. 



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And man grows up to mourn: 

Yet with my God I leave my cause, 
And trust his promised jjrace ; 

He rules me by his well known laws, 
Of love and righteousness. 

Not all the pains that e'er I bore, 
Shall spoil my future pe.ice. 

For death and sin can do no more 
Than what my Father please. 



RESPONSES. 

1 O thou, whose tender mercy hears 
Contrition's humble sigh ; 

Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye. 

2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 
A wretched wanderer mourn: 

Hast thou not bid me seek thy face- 
Hast thou not said— Return? 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 
To drive me from thy feel? 

O! let not this dear refuse fail, 
This only safe retreat. 



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Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its power, 

'Till all the ransomed of the Lord 
Be saved, to sin no more! 

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
Thy flowing wounds supply, 

Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I'll sing thy power to save, 

When this poor lisping, stammering 
tongue 
Lies silotit in the grave! 



RESPONSES. 

1 While shepherds watched their flocfea 

by night, 
All seated on the ground. 
The amiel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 My God, what silken cords are thine? 
How soft, and jet how strong! 

For power, and truth, and grace com- 
To draw our souls along. [bine, 

3 O all ye nations, praise the Lord j 
His glorious deeds proclaim ; 

The wonders of his grace record, 
And luud his mighty namsv 



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RE8PONSE. 

Author of holiness! source of salvation! 

Thou art our fathers' God — thou art our stay! 
Bringing our grateful hearts in adoration, 

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Her walls are of jasper and gold, 

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Immovably founded in grace, 

She stands, as she ever hath stood, 
And brightly her Builder displays, 

And flames with the glory U~Qvl 



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And to the earth be peace: 

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Tune, tune your harps, your harps ye saints in glory, 

All is well, All is well. 

I will rehearse, rehearse the pleasing story 

All is well, All is well. 

Bright angels are from glory come, 

They're round my bed, they're in my room, 

They wait to wait my spirit home, 

All is well, All is well. 

Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master calls me, 

All is well, All is well. 

I soon shall see, shall see his face in glory, 

All is well, All is well. 

Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu! 

I can no longer stay with you, 

My glittering crown appears in view, 

All is well, All is well. 

Hail, hail, all hail! all hail, ye blood-washed throng, 

Saved by grace, Saved by grace. 
I've come to join, to join your rapturous song, 
Saved by grace, Saved by grace. 
All, all is peace and joy divine, 
All heaven and glory now are mine ; 
O, hallelujah to the Lamb, 

All is well, All is well. 

RESPONSES. 

1 What iound is this? a song, thro' heaven resounding, 

God is love! God is love! 
And now from earth, I hear the song rebounding, 

God is love! God is love! 
Yes, while adoring hosts proclaim 
Love is his nature, love his name, 
My soul in rapCUre cries the same, 

God is love! God is love! 

2 This song repeat, repeat ye saints in glory, 

God is love! God is love! 
And saints on earth shout back the pleasing story, 

God is love! God is love! 
In this let earth and heav'n agree, 
To sound his love both full and free, 
And let the theme for ever be, 

God is love! God is love! 

3 Creation speaks, with thousand tongues proclaiming, 

God is love! God is love! 
And Providence unites her voice, exclaiming, 

God is love! God is love! 
But let the burdened sinner hear 
The Gospel, sounding high and clear 
To every soul both far and near, 

God is love! God is love! 

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The storms that round us swell, 

Are aiding to restore us 
To those we loved so well. 

So sorrow often presses 

Life's mariner along 5 
Afflictions and distresses, 

Are gales and billows strong. 

The sharper and severer 
The storms of life we meet, 

The sooner and the nearer 
Is heaven's eternal seat. 

Come, then, afflictions dreary, 
Sharp sickness pierce my breast ; 

You. only bear the weary 
More quickly home \o rest. 



RESPONSES. 

1 With music gently flowing, 
And love ne'er felt before, 

To Jesus we are going, 
To part with him no more. 

2 The peaceful heav'ns are o'er us, 
Though storms around us swell — 

And Jesus will restore us, 
With all we love so well. 

3 Though sorrow often presses, 
Yet sweet shall be my song •, 

Afflictions and distresses 
Shull bear my soul along. 

4 Then, tho' the world looks dreary, 
And sorrows pierce my breast, 

My Savior bears the weary 
To his eternal rest. 



SUPPLICATION. C. P. 31. 



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As angels do above. 



And from the wily tempter's power, 

O set our spirits free; 
And if temptation should assail, 
May mighty grace o'er all prevail, 

And lead our hearts to thee. 



Pardon our sins, O God, that rise Thine is the power— to thee belongs 

Like gloomy clouds against the skies ; The constant tribute of our songs — 

And while we are forgiven, All glory to thy name: 

Grant that revenge may never rest, Let every creature join our lays, — 

Jfor malice harbor, in that breast In one resounding act of praise, 

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Or give the Creator delight? 
'Twas " Even so, Father," — we ever must sing, 

"Because it seemed good in thy sight," 

'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey ; 

While others were suffered to go 
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But will save from every sin. 

Therefore praise him — 

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Though distresses now attend thee, 

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Like the heavenly host above, 

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And unceasing sing his love. 
Happy songsters, 

Wb«n Bhrftll I your chorus join ? 



RESPONSES. 

1 Jesus, full of condescension, 
Thou who didst for sinners die, 

When thy worthy name I mention, 
And before thee prostrate lie, 
O then hear me, 
From thy dwelling place on high. 

2 When my sinful inclinations 
Cause me far from thee to stray, 

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1 forsake the narrow way, 
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Help me then to watch and pray. 

3 In affliction's trying hour, 

Worn with grief, by sin oppressed, 
When the skies around me lower, 

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Oh, support me, 

Thou ranst give the weary rest. 



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Is better and lovelier far, — 
My soul hates the tents where the wicked reside, 

And ail their delights I abhor. 

Lord! give me a place with the humblest of saints, 

For low at thy feet I would lie; 
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HYMN. RESPONSES. 

More needful this than glittering wealth, 1 O for a closer walk with God, 
Or anght the world bestows: A calm and heavenly frame, 

Nor reputation, food, or health, A light to shine upon the road, 

Can give such sweet repose. That leads me to the Lamb I 



O may my heart, by grace renewed, 
Be my Redeemer's throne •, 

And he my stubborn will subdued, 
His government to own. 

ket lively hope my soul Inspire: 

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How sweet their memory still! 
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The world can never till. 

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1 hate the sine tha made thee mourn, 

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MEDITATION. 



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A span is all that we can boast — 

An inch or two of time ; 
Man is but vanity and dust, 

In all his flower and prime. 

See the vain race of mortals move 
Like shadows o'er the plain •, 

Thev ra?e and strive.desire and love, 
But all their noise is vain. 

Some walk in honor's gaudy show, 
Some dig for golden on* ; [who. 

They toil lor heirs, they know not 
And straight are seen no more. 

What should T wish or wait for. then. 

From creatures, farih. and dust ? 
They make our expectations vain. 

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Now ] forbid my carnal hope, 

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RESPONSES. 

1 

There is a fountain filled with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins 5 

And sinners, plunged beneath that 
Lose all their guilty stains, [flood, 

Dear, dying Lamb ! thy precious 

Shall never lose its power, [blood 
Till every ransomed child of God 

Be sased, to sin no more. 
3 
Plow oft. alas! this wretched heart 

Has wandered from the Lord ! 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 

Forgetful of his word 1 
4 
Thy pard'ninsr love, so free, so sweet! 

Dear Savior, 1 adore ; 
O. keep me at thy sacred feet, 

And let me rove no more. 
5 
If we must die — as die we must— • 

Lei *ome kind seraph come, 
And bear us on his friendly wing 

To o<:r celestial home ! 



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Glory, glory be to Jesus, 

At his- name our hearts do 'eap ; 
lie both comforts us and frees us. 

The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. 



Some for Paul, some for A. p Olios, 

Some for Cephas, — none agree 5 
.Tesus, let us hear thee call us ; 

Help us. Lord, to follow thee : 
Then well rush Jhro' What encumbers. 

Over every hindrance leap 5 Hear the Prince of our salvation, 

Not upheld by force or numbers, Saying:, " Fear noi, little flock ; 

Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. I mysell am your Foundation, 

huilt upon this Rock ; 
Lord, in us there is no merit, 

We've heen sinners from onr youth; 
Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit, 

Which shall teach us all the truth. 
On thy gospel word we'll venture, 

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Love our Lord, and Christ our Savior; 

O! good Shepherd, feed thy she p. 



Shun the paths of vice and folly, 
Scale the mount, although it's steep,. 
Look to me, and he ye holy, 
I delight to feed my sheep." 



Christ alone, whose merit saves tie. 

Taught by him, we'll own his name p. 
Sweetest of all names is Jesus ! 
How it doth onr souls inflame! 
Come, good Lord, with courage arm us, Glory, glory, glory, glory, 

Persecution rages here,— Give him glorv, he will keep, 

Nothing, Lord, we know can harm ns, He will char our way before us, 
While our Shepherd is *o near. The good Sh«j>h«rd feeds hii sheep.. 



THE MARTYR'S SONG, 



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Let thy strength, — Lord, but gird me — thy smile be but mine, 
And my soul on thy faithfulness, firmly recline; 
The dungeon, the sword, or the stake I can dare, 
And in transports expire, — if my Jesus be there. 

Did my Lord feel the scourge? Did the thorns pierce his brow? 
In the darkness of death, on the cross did he bow? 
All this didst thou suffer, my Savior, for me? 
Then welcome the fetters, that link me to thee. 

United in sufferings — the promise is clear, 

I shall with my Jesus in glory appear-, 

Out of great tribulation in triumph I go, 

With my robe washti in blood, and made whiter than snow. 

I go to my Savior — I go to my f-iod, 

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Unworthy, my .Jesus, unworthy am I, 

E'en to fall in thy cause — for thy truth e'en to die. 

Lo! on my clear vision, the seats of the bless'd 

Seem calmly to shine, and invite ne to rest; 

Then unshaken my soul on the pi»inise relies-, 

" Though I die, I shall live- -thoufe I fall I shall rise » 



43 



CORONATION. C. M. 



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Y"e chosen seed of Israel's race, 
A remnant wenk and small, 

Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget, 
The wormwood and the gall \ 

Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

Let every kindred, every tribe 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To hirn ail majesty ascribe, 

And crown him Lord of all. 

And when with yonder sacred throng 

We at his feet shall fall ; 
We'll jjoin the everlasting song, 

And crown him Lord of el! 



RESPONSES. 

1 Come mourning sinners, filled with 
And on your Savior call -, [t»rief, 

He'll give you peace and sweet relief, — 
For he is Lord of all. 

2 Come doubting saints, and trust his 
And low before him fall , [word, 

For Christ has gone to be with God, — 
O, crown him Lord of all! «• 

8 Babes, men, and sires, who know his 
Who feel your sin and thrall, [love, 

Now join with all the hosts above, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 All hail, the power of love divine! 

Let mortals prostrate fall ; 
Jesus! be praise and glory thine— 

O t wrown hira Lord of all. 



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For every thirsting, longing heart, 
The streams of mercy flow •, 

And life, and health, and bliss impart 
A balm for every woe. 

Here springs of sacred pleasure rise, 

To ease your every pain ; 
And he who here in faith applies, 

Will not apply in vain. 

The fountain flows, and ever flows! 

O hearken to the voice, 
That bids you here relieve your woes, 

And in the Lord rejoice. 

Dear Savior, draw reluctant hearts, 
For thou alone canst draw: 

Display the joy ihy grace imparts, 
Theipiri! of thy law. 



RESPONSES. 

1 Salvation! O the joyful sound! 
'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 

A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Salvation! let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around ; 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 

3 How rich thy favors, God of grace! 
How various, how divine! 

Full as the ocean they are poured, 
And bright as heaven they shine. 

4 God to eternal glory calls, 
And points the blissful way 

To reaims of perfect peace and joy, 
Whore reigns unclouded day. 



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Fill'd my laboring soul with grief j 
What shall give relief? 

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From folly away •, 
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Here 1 seek release, 

Weary spirits rinds sweet peace, 
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It cannot in Eden be found, 
Nor yet in a Paradise lost ; 

It grows on Immanuel's ground, 
And Jesus' dear blood it did cost. 



My friends are so dear unto me, 
Our hearts all united in love; 

Where Jeans has gone we shall be, 
In yonder bright mansions above. 

O why then so loth now to part? 

Since we shall ere long meet again ; 
Engrav'n on Immanuel's heart, 

At distance we cannot remain. 



Wiih Jesus we ever shall reign ; 

We all his bright glory shall see, 
And sing, " Halleluj-th, Amen ;" 

Amen, even so let it be. 

RESPONSES. 

1 My friends, ler ns never depart, 
To mix with the cold world again, 

Till Christ has constrained every heart, 
To feel that he died not in vain. 

2 How lovely the house where we meet! 
With God's holy presence how blest! 

Our rich entertainment how sweet! 
How heav : nly the place where we 

rest! 



And when we shall see that bright day, 3 Farewell, then, if so it must be! 

And join with the angels above, Though gladly we would longer stay: 

And leaving these bodies of clay, We'll go with onr spirits made free, 

Unite with our Jwns In !ove, Rrjolring in wttKiom's brlfh* way. 



40 



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He ransom'd from death and despair: 
For you he was mighty to save, 

Almighty to bring you safe there. 

I want to put on my attire, 

Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb ; 

I want to be one of your choir, 
And tune my sweet harp to his name; 

I want — Oh, I want to be there, 
Where sorrow and sin bid adieu — 

Your joy and youi friendship to share- 
To wonder, and worship with you! 



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HYMN. 

Je«i>s! transporting sound! 

The joy of earth and heaven ; 
No other help is found, 
No other name is given 
By which we can salvation have, 
But Jesus came the world to save. 

O, unexampled love! 

O, all-redeeming grace! 
How swiftly didst thou move 
To save a fallen race! 
What shall I do to make it known, 
What thou for all mankind hast done? 

O, for a trumpet's voice. 

On all the world to call; 

To bid their hearts rejoice 

In him who died for all! 

Tor all. mv Lord was crucified, 

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RESPONSES. 

1 O my distrustful heart, 

How small thy faith appears! 
But greater, Lord, thou art 

Than all my doubts and fears: 
Did Jesus once upon me shine ? 
Then Jesus is forever mine! 

2 Thou, Lord, wilt carry on, 

And perfectly perform, 
The work thou hast begun 

In me, a sinful worm: 
'Midst all my fears, and sin and woe, 
Thy spirit will not let me go. 

3 Ulow ye the trumpet, blow — 

The gladly solemn sound ; 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound— 
The year of Jubilee in come! 
Return, jr« rantomed sinner*, h*m«' 



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Eternal wisdom has prepared 

A soul-reviving feast, 
And bids your longing appetites 

The rich provision taste. 

Ho! ye that pant for living streams, 

And pine away and die. 
Here you may quench your raging 
thirst 

With springs that never dry. 

The happy gates of gospel grace 
Stand open night and day ; — 

Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 

RESPONSES. 

1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 
And press with vigor on 



A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 
Hold thee in full survey: 

Forget the steps already trod 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice, 
That calls thee from on high ; 

'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye. 

4 My soul, with all thy wakened pow- 

ers, 
Survey the heavenly prize ; 
Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth 
Allure thy wandering eyes. 



CHINA. C. M, 



49 



Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's a - lnrms? 

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Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb? 
The grave, where once our Savior lay, 

Hath lost its fearful gloom. 

That calm repose his presence bleat, 

That cold but quiet bed! 
Where should the dying members rest, 

But with their dying Head? 

Thence he arose — and now commends 
To us his gracious chnrms! 

The glory that his truth attends, 
Death of its sting disarms. 

Though earth and all its Joys be dim, 

On him in faith rely ; 
Our life »s hid with God in him j 

That life can never die! 

RESPONSES. 

1 Life Is a span, a fleeting hoar •, 

How soon the vapor fl'es! 
Man is a tender, transient flow«r» 

That In the blooming dfas. 



I The once-loved form, now cold and 
dead, 

Each mournful thought employs, 
And nature weeps her comforts fled, 

And withered all her joya. 

3 Hope looks beyond the bound* of 

time, 
When what we now deplore 
Shall rise in full immortal prime. 
And bloom to fade no more. 

4 Then cease, fond nature, dry thy tearr, 
Religion points on high ; 

There everlasting spring appear*, 
And joys that never die. 

6 We eat, dear Lord, the broken bread, 
And drink the flowing wine; 

And at thy table here outapread, 
Partake of Joys divine. 

6 The broken bread! the body her* 

In emblem is expressed •, 
Thy living grace may we revert, 

Tky dying love attest. 



50 



QUINl'Y, 



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Ye heart-stricken sons and ye daughters of wo, 
For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow; 
Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite;— - 
His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. 



Continued. 51 

And ye that have sinned and wandered astray, 

Come, walk in " the light, and the truth, and the way;" 

Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart; 

For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart. 

Now thanks be to him who hath given us light, 
The way of the Christian is easy and bright; 
And humbly when touched by the chastening rod, 
He bows to the will of his Father and God. 

When life's stream flows feebly and faint is his breath, 
And his perishing body yields slowly to death, 
No fear for the future brings darkness or gloom; 
No cloud of despair overshadows the tomb. 

Believing in Jesus, and trusting in God, 

He fears not to walk where his Savior hath trod; 

Before him the waves of Eternity roll; — 

He enters; — and Christ shall give rest to his soul! 

RESPONSES. 

1 

Farewell to the pleasures which time can afford, 
Since Thou art my glory, my Savior and Lord; 
Nor fear I the darkness of death and the tomb, 
Since Thou art my Light in the midst of the gloom. 

2 
Though troubles assail me, and dangers surround, 
Though thorns in my pathway may ever be found, 
Still let me not fear, for Thou ever wilt be, 
My God and my Guide while I lean upon Thee. 

3 
In all my afflictions, let me still feel, 
That Thou, who hast smitten, wilt graciously heal; 
And let thy rich promise my Comforter be, — 
While trusting in mercy I lean upon Thee. 

4 
And in the last hour, when my spirit may stay 
No longer on earth, but is summoned away, — 
Amid those bright scenes, which no mortal may see, 
Let me joy in Thy love, as I lean upon Thee. 



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Harmoniously join in the concert of praise, 
The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial, 

In loud hallelujahs their voices shall raise; 
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven, 
My soul will respond, to Immanuel be given 
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion, 

Who brought, us through grace to the Eden of Love. 

Then hail, blessed state! Hail ye songsters of glory! 

Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above! 
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story, 

M Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus's love.'' 
Though prisoned in earth, yet by anticipation, 
Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation, 
Of joys that await me, when freed from probation; 

My heart's now in heaven, the Eden of Love! 



54 



CHRISTIAN WARRIOR. 



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Trusting in the Lord. 
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Warriors of the King of light, 
Never yield, nor lose by flight 

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And grasp the sinner's friend. 



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THE CHRISTIAN HOPE. 

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What though the northern winds arise, W hen gladness wings my fovored hour, 



And howl around 
Or though beneath ilie southern skies, 

Be cast our earthly lot: 
Yet si ill We share the blissful hope, 

The Saviors grace hath given, 
The hope when days and \eara are past 

We all shall meet in heaven. 



Thy love my though ts shall fill i 
Resigned when storms of sorrow lower, 

M\ soul shall meet thy will. 
My lilted e\ e without a tear 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no tear}— * 

Thai heart shall rest on thee. 



From eastern shores, from northern 
lands, 

From western hill and plain, 
From southern climes, the brother 
bands 

May ho;>e to meet again. 
It i- the hope, the blissful hope, 

Which love divine hath given: 
The hope when Hie and time are o'er, 

We all shall meet in heaven. 

No hope deferred, no part ins sigh, 

That blessed meeting knows ; 
There friendship beams from every eye, 

And hope immortal "rows. 
It i* the hope, the precious hope, 

Which boundless grace hath given: 
The hope when time shall be no more, 

We all shall meet in heaven. 



responses. 
1 
Joined in a union firm and strong, 

No foe our ranks can break: 
To victory we press along, 

And glorious warfare make. 
Darkness recedes, and sin shall die 

Before our banners spread ; 
And foes of peace around us lie, 

Or far away have tied. 



SECOND HYMN. 

Whilst thee I seek, protecting power! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 
Thy love the power of thought be- 
stowed, 

To thee my thoughts would soar; 
Thy mercy o'er my lite has flowed, — 

That mercy I adore. 



Our fervent prayers shall still prevail 

Against a host of sins , 
And anjiels every Christian hail 

Whose love a conquest wins. 
This warfare then let us pursue: 

The van our Captain leads; 
Each conflict shall our strength renew, 

To other glorious deeds. 



Then let our ranks, more closely join'd 

With shield and buckler stand ; 
A kingdom we at last shall find, 

The promised spirit-land. 
Let all, with harmony of voice, 

In lofty praises join ; 
Let every soul in Christ rejoice, 

With rapture all divine. 



In each event of life, how clear 

Thy riding hand I see! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 

Because conferred by thee: 
In every joy tha' crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 

Or seek relief in prayer. 



The kindling flame hegins to glow, 

Each heart grows warm with love; 
And we enjoy, on earth below, 

The bliss of heaven above! 
O thus forever may we feel, 

And evermore display 
Devotion's pure and holy zeal, 

In Saitoh's chosen way. 



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Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms! 

The Savior invites me, I'll go to his arms; 

At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room, 

there may I feast with his children at home! 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 

O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home. 

Farewell vain amusements, my follies adieu, 
While Jesus and heaven and glory I view; 

1 feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne, 
The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home. 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 

O when shall I share the fruition of home ? 

The days of my exile are passing away, 
The time is approaching, when Jesus will say, 
" Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne, 
And dwell in my presence, for ever at home." 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
there I shall rest with the Savior at home. 

Affiiction and sorrow and death shall be o'er, 
The saints shall unite to be parted no more; 
There loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome, 
They dwell with the Savior for ever at home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
They dwell with the Savior for ever at home. 

RESPONSE. 

Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace! 
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease! 
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, 
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The Lord our God is full of might: 

The winds obey his will ; 
He speaks — mid in his heavenly height 

The rolling sun stands still. 
Rebel, ye waves! and o'er the land 

With threatening aspect roar: 
The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 

And chains you to the shore. 

Howl, winds of night! your force com- 

W'khout his high behest, [bine, 

Ye 8b all not in the mountain pine 

Disturb the sparrow's nest. 
Ye nations! bend, in reverence bend, 

Ye monarchs! wait his nod, 
And bid the choral song ascend 

To celebrate our God. 



HYMN' SECOND. 

With reverence let the saints appear, 

And bow before the Lord ; 
His high commands with reverence hear 

And tremble at his word. 
How terrible thy glories be! 

How bright thine armies shine! 
Where is the pow'r that vies with thee? 

Or truth, compared with thine? 

Thy words the raging winds control, 

And rule the boisterous deep; 
Thou makest the sleeping billowsroll — 

The rolling billows sleep. 
Justice and judgment are thy throne, 

Yet wondrous is thy grace, 
While truth and mercy, joined in one, 

Invite us near thy face. 



RESPONSES. 



1 Great God! and wilt thou condescend 2 How strange, how awful is thy love! 



To cast a look below — 
To this vile world thy notice bend, 

These seats of .-*in and woe? 
But O to show thy smiling face, 

To bring thy glories near — 
Amazing and transporting grare 

To dwell with mortals here. 



With trembling we adore — 
Not all tlf exalted minds above 

Its wonders can explore. 
While golden harps and angel-tongues 

Resound immortal lays, 
Great God! permit our humble songs 

To rise and mean thy praise. 



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HYMN SECOND. 

God of our salvation, hear us; 

Bless, O bless us, ere we go •, 
When we join the world be near us, 

Lest we cold and careless grow 

As our steps are drawing nearer 

To our everlasting home, 
May our view of heaven grow clearer, 

Honet more bright of joyi to come. 



RESPONSES. 

1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 
Holders on the shades of death! 

Rise on us, thyself revealinu — 
Rise, and chase the clouds beneath. 

2 Save us in thy great compassion, 
O thou Prince of peace and love! 

Give the knowledge of salvation, 
Fix our hearts on things above. 

3 By thine all-redeeming merit 
Every burdened soul release ; 

Every weary, wandering spirit 
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His sovereign power, without our aid, 1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Made us of clay, and formed us men ; Let the Creators praise arise; 

And when, like wand'ring sheep, we Let the Redeemer's name be sung 

strayed, Through every land, by every tongue. 

He brought us to his fold again. 



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Our souls and all our mortal frame: 

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Almighty Maker, to thy name? 

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Above the heavens where angels dwell! 
Thy power on earth he known abroad, 
And land to land thy wonders tell. 

4 Great Sun of Righteousness! arise ; 
Bless the dark world with heavenly 

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Thy laws are purt — thy judgment* 

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Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet 1 When God reveal'u his gracious name, 
Through this dark wilderness; And changed my mournful stale, 

Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, 
To dwell before thy face. The grace appeared so great. 



Were I in heaven without my God, 
'Twould be no joy for me ; 

And whilst this earth is my abode, 
I long for none but thee. 



2 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, 
Can give us day for night ; 

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise 
To rivers of delight. 



What if the springs of life were broke, 3 Let those who sow in sadness wait 

And flesh and heart should faint? Till the fair harvest come — 

God is my soul's eternal rock, They shall confess their sheaves are 

The strength of every saint. And shout the blessing home, [great, 



Behold, the sinners that remove 
Far from thy presence, die; 

Not all the idol-gods they love, 
Can save them when they cry. 



4 Our Father, God: how s\veet the 
How tender and how dear! [sound! 

Mot all the harmony of heaven 
Could so delight the ear. 



But to draw near to thee, my God, 5 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my 
Shall be my sweet employ ; And make my soul sincere ; [ways, 

My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, Then shall I stand before thy face, 
And tell the world my joy. And find acceptance there. 



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He sends his showers of blessings down 1 Great God! and wilt thou condescend 
To cheer the plains below; To cast a look below — 

He makes the j-rass the mountains To this vile world thy notice bend, 
And corn in valleys grow. [crown, These seats of sin and woe? 



His steady counsels change the face 

Of the declining year ; 
He bids the sun cut short his race, 

And wintry days appear. 

His hoary frost, his fleecy snow 
Descend and clothe the ground ; 

The liquid streams forbear to flow, 
In icy fetters bound. 

He sends his word, and melts the snow 
The fields no longer mourn ; 

He calls the wanner gales to blow, 
And bids the spring return. 

The changing wind, the flying cloud, 

Obey his mighty word-. 
With songs and honors sounding loud, 

Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 



2 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
Before they're formed within; 

And, ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

3 Songs of immortal praise belong 
To our almighty God: 

He has my heart, and he my tongue, 
To spread his name abroad. 

4 Thro' all the changing scenes of life, 
In trouble and in joy, 

The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 

5 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, 
My God, my heavenly King! 

Let age to age thy righteousness 
In songs of glory sing. 



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Ali below is but a dream. 



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Our sun in the darkness, and our shade in the heat; 

Glory and honor to our great Redeemer: 

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Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels, 
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And yet from him I stay! 

What is it keeps me back 
From which I cannot part? 

Which will not let the Savior take 
Possession of my heart? 

Searcher of hearts, in mine 
Thy trying power display ; 

Into its darkest corners shine, 
And take the veil away. 

I now believe in thee 
Compassion reigns alone ; 

According to my faith, to me 
O let it, Lord, be done! 

In me is all the bar, 

Which thou wouldst fain remove ; 
Remove it, and I shall declare 

That God is only love. 



RESPONSES. 

1 How swift the torrent rolls, 
That hastens to the sea ; 

How strong the tide that bears our souls 
On— to eternity! 

2 Our fathers, where are they? 
With all they called their own •, 

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and 
And wealth and honor, gone! [cares 

3 There, where the fathers lie, 
Must all the children dwell ; 

Nor other heritage possess, 
But such a gloomy cell. 

4 God of our fathers, hear 
Thou everlasting Friend! 

While we, on life's e.vtremest verge, 
Our souls to thee commend. 

5 Of all the pious dead 

May we the footsteps trace, 
Till with them in the land of light 
We dwell before thy face. 



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Praise ye the Lord aroand whose throne 
All heaven in ceaseless worship waits, 
Whose glory fills the worlds unknown ; 
Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates. 

With mingling souls and voices join 5 
To him the swelling anthem raise ; 
Jtepeat his name with joy divine, 
And fill the temple with his praise. 



RESPONSES. 

1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations bow with sacred joy! 
Know that the Lord is God alone: 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful 

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High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
And earth, with her ten thouiaud 

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Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan, 
Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo, 

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 
And let thy tears forget to flow: 

Behold the precious halm is found, 

To hill thy pain, to heal thy wound. 



Continued. 81 

Come, freely come, by sin oppressed, 

Unburden here the weighty load; 
Here find thy refuge and thy rest, 

Safe on the bosom of thy God: 
Thy God's thy Savior, glorious word! 
May I both love and praise my Lord. 

As spring the winter, — day, the night, 

Peace, sorrow's gloom hath chased away, 

And smiling joy, a seraph bright, 

Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; 

While glory weaves the immortal crown, 

And waits to claim thee for her own. 

SECOND HYMN. 

Look through creation, and behold, 

The wonders of Almighty power; 
Eternal wisdom's works unfold 

In every leaf, in every flower: 
" There is a God, all-good, all-wise," 
The very meanest insect cries. 

Seasons, revolving in their spheres, 

A thousand rural beauties bring; 
But loveliest of the group appears 

The green-dressed beauty, charming spring; 
The music of whose morning voice 
Bids all the sons of earth rejoice. 

Winter is death, when nature mourns 

To see her offspring lifeless lie; 
Summer and Autumn weep, by turns, 

To see their children droop and die; 
But Spring revives their hopes again, 
And breathes new life through every vein. 

How emblematic of that day, 

The glorious resurrection morn, 
When, decked in brighter robes than May, 

In robes that angel hosts adorn, 
The soul, redeemed, shall burst its tomb, 
And in immortal glory bloom! 



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HYMN. 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! 
Take this new treasure to thy trust j 
And give these sacred relics room 
To slumber in the silent dust. 

Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
Invade thy bounds — no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch the soft repose. 

So Jesus slept— God's dying Son 
Passed through the grave, and blessed 

the bed ; 
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the 

shade. 



RESPONSES. 

1 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies! 
When sinks a righteous soul to rest ; 
How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves th'expiring breast! 

2 Why should we start and fear to die! 
What timorous worms we mortals are! 
Death is the gate of endless joy, 

And yet we dread to enter there. 

3 Death, like an overflowing stream, 
Sweeps us away ; our life's a dream, 
An empty tale, a morning flower 
Cut down and withered in an hour. 



Break from his throne, illustrious morn; 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
Attend, O earth! his sovereign word ; Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
Restore thy trust — a glorious formr- While on his breast I lean my head, 
Called, to a*c«nd and m«et the Lord. And breath* my life out sweetly thOT*. 



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FIRST HYMN. 

True and faithful Witness thou, 

O Christ, thy Spirit give! 
Hast thou not received him now, 

That we might now receive? 
Art thou not our living Head? 

Life to all thy limbs impart; 
Shed thy iove, thy Spirit shed, 

In every waiting heart. 

Holy Ghost, the Comforter, 

The gift of Jesus, come ; 
Clows our heart to find thee near, 

And swells to make thee room ; 
Present with us thee we feel, 

Come, O come, and in us be! 
With us, in us, live and dwell 

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SECOND HYMN. 

Now, e'en now, I yield, I yield, 

With all my sins to part; 
Jesus, speak rny pardon seal'd, 

And purify my heart! 
Purge the love of sin away, 

Then I into nothing fall ; 
Then I see the perfect day, 

And Christ is all in all. 

Jesus, now our hearts inspire 

With that pure love of thine; 
Kindle now the heavenly fire, 

To brighten and refine: 
Purify our faith like gold ; 

All the dross of sin remove ; 
Melt our spirits down, and mould 

Into thy perfect love. 



RESPONSES. 



1 I will hearken what the Lord 

Will 9ay concerning me; 
Hast thou not a gracious word 

For one who wnits on thee? 
Speak it to my soul, that I 

AI*y in thee have peace and power ; 
Never from my Savior fly. 

And neve: jheve thr» more. 



2 How have I thy Spirit grieved, 

Since first with me he strove' 
Obstinately disbelieved, 

And trampled on thy love' 
I have sinn'd against the light ; 

1 have broke font thy embrace: 
No. I would not, when I might 

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Because I'm faint and feeble ; 
And when my Savior seems to frown, 

My soul is rilled with trouble: 
But when he doth again return, 

And I repent my folly, 
'Tis then I after glory run, 

And still the Savior follow. 

I have my bitter and my sweet, 
While through this world 1 travel j 

Bometimes I sing, and often weep, 
Which makes my foes to marvel. 



But let them think and wonder on, 
I feel I'm bound for heaven ; 

I hope I shall with Jesus reign, 
I therefore still will praise him. 

I want to live a Christian here, 

I want to die rejoicing ; 
I want to feel my Savior near, 

When soul and body's parting. 
I wrint to sec bright angels stand, 

And waiting to receive me, 
To bear my soul to Canaan's land, 

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FIRST HYMN. 

Our children thou dost claim, 
And mark them out for thine: 

Ten thousand blessings to thy name, 
For goodness so divine. 

Thee let the fathers own, 
Thee let the sons adore: 

By all be in devotion shown 
Thy praise for evermore. 



SECOND HYMN. 

Sweet is the friendly voice 

Which speaks of life and peace ; 

Which bids the penitent rejoice, 
And sin and sorrow cease. 

No bairn on earth like this 
Can cheer the contrite heart ; 

No nattering dreams of earthly bliss 
Such pure delight impart. 



How great thy mercies, Lord! Still merciful and kind, 

How plenteous is thy grace! Thy mercy, Lord, reveal: 

Which, in the promise of thy word, The broken heart thy love can bind, 

Includes our rising race. The wounded spirit heal. 



Our offspring, still thy care, 
Shall own their Father's God •, 

To latest times thy blessings share, 
And sound thy praise abroad. 



Thy presence shall restore 
Peace to my anxious breast: 

Lord, let my steps be drawn no more 
From patlis which thou hast blessed. 



RESPONSES. 

1 My soul, be on thy guard! 2 O watch, and fight, and pray ; 

Unnumbered foes arise: The contest ne'er give o'er; 

The hosts of sin are pressing hard, Renew the conflict day by da>% 

To draw thee from the skies. And aid divine implore. 



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He formed the deeps unknown ; 

He gave the seas their bound ; 
The watery worlds are all his own, 

And all the solid ground. 

Come, worship at his throne; 

Come, bow before the Lord: 
We are his works, and not our own; 

He formed us by his word. 

To-day attend his voice, 
Nor dare provoke his rod 5 

Come like the people of his choice, 
And own your gracious God. 

SECOND HYMN. 

Come, ye that love the Lord, 
And let your joys be known: 

Join In a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

The sorrows of the mind 
Be banished from the place! 

Religion never was designed, 
To make our pleasures lew. 



Yes, now, before we rise 

To that immortal state, 
The thoughts of that amazing bliss 

Should constant joys create. 

The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below •, 
Celestiul fruits on earthly ground 

From faith and hope may grow. 

The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets; 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 

Or walk the golden streets. 

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And every (ear be dry ; 
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To fairer worlds on high. 

How happy are our ears 
That hear this joyful sound, 

Which kings and prophets waited ft>F, 
And sought but never found. 



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FIRST HYMN 

Behold, the lofty sky 

Declares its maker, God, 
And all the starry works on high, 

Proclaim his power abroad. 

The darkness and the light 

Still keep their course the same, 

While night to day, and day to night, 
Divinely teach his name. 



His laws are just and pure ; 

His truth without deceit) 
His promises forever sure, 

And his rewards are great. 

SECOND HYMN. 

The Spirit in our hearts 

Is whispering, sinners, come: 

The Bride, the church of Christ pro- 
claims 
To all his children, come! 



In every different land Let him that heareth say 

Their general voice is known; To all about him, come! 

They show the wonders of his hand, Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 

And orders of his throne. To Christ the fountain come! 



Ye christian lands, rejoice! 

Here he reveals his word: 
We are not left to Nature's voice 

To bid us know the Lord. 

His statutes and commands 
Are set before your eyes ; 

He puts his gospel in our hands, 
Where our salvation lies. 



Yes, whosoever will, 

O let him freely come, 
And freely drink the stream of life J 

'Tis Jesus bids him come. 

Lo! Jesus, who invites, 
Declares, I quickly come: 

Lord, even so! I wait thy hour; 
Jeaus, my Savior, come! 



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He comes from thickest films of vice 

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To pour celestial day. 

He comes the broken heart to hind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And, with the treasures of his grace, 

To bless the humble poor. 

Our glad bosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim. 



And earth's remotest regions sound 
Thine all-sufficient name. 

RESPONSES. 

1 In duties and in conflicts too, 
Thy path, O Lord, I trace ; 

As thou hast done, so would I do, 
Depending on thy grace. 

2 Inspired with love, 'twas thy delight 
To do thy Father's will ; 

O may thy love my soul excite 
Thy precepts to fulfil. 

8 Devotion, meekness, zeal and love, 
Through all thy conduct shine; 

(> may my whole deportment prove, 
An image, Lord, of thine. 



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Come, thou eternal Lord, 
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Come, and thy people bless; 
Give thy good word success; 
Make thine own holiness 

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Be thou our comforter ; 
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Spirit of power! 

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Thou, whose almighty word, 

Chaos and darkness heard, 

And took their flight! 
Hear us, we humbly pray, 
And where the gospel day, 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 

"Let there be light." 

Thou, who didst come to bring, 
On thy redeeming wing, 

Healing and sight! 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Sight to the inly blind,— 
O now, to all mankind, 

"Let there be light." 

Spirit of truth and love, 
Life-givinc, holy Dove! 

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Bearing the lamp of grace, 
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O happy souls that pray 1 I sing the gospel day, 

Where God appoints to hear! When Christ shall finish sin, 

O happy men that pay His wondrous love display, 

Their constant service there! And every rebel win: 
They praise thee still ; and happy they They prostrate fall, and humbly own 

Who love the way to Zion's hill. That God, alone, is all in all. 



They go from strength to strength, 

Through this dark vale of tears, 
Till each arrives at length, 
Till -each in heaven appears-. 
O glorious seat, when God our King 
Shall thither bring our willing feet! 



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The gladly solemn sound! 
Let all the nations know, 
To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come; 
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Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire ascending seeks the sun, — 

Both speed them to their source: 
So a soul that's born of God 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Savior will return, 

Triumphant in the skies: 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 



RESPONSES. 

1 Praise the Lord, who reigns above, 
And keeps his courts below •, 

Praise him lor his boundless love, 
And all his greatness show. 

Praise him for his noble deeds ; 
Praise him for his matchless power; 

Him, from whom all good proceeds, 
Let earth and heaven adore. 

2 Savior, whom our hearts adore, 
To bless our earth again, 

Now display thy saving power, 

And o'er the nations reign. 
Open thou the radiant scene, 

Of thy triumph all divine, 
That the gloomy reign of sin, 

May evermore decline. 



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Begin, my tongue,some heav'nly theme, 1 Lord, send thy word, and let it run, 
And speak some lofty thing; Armed with thy spirit's power ; 

The. mighty works, or mighty name Ten thousand shall confess its sway, 
Of our eternal King! And bless the saving hour. 



Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 
Or sound his power abroad ; 

Sing the blest promise of his grace, 
And the perlorming God. 

Proclaim salvation from the Lord 

To sinful dying men ; 
His hand has writ the sacred word 

With an immortal pen. 



2 How oft, alas' this wretched heart 
Has wandered from the Lord! 

How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
Forgettul of his word! 

3 O that the Lord would guide my ways 
To seek his statutes still! 

O that my God would grant me grace 
To know and do his will. 



Engraved as in eternal brass 4 Father of light' conduct my feet 

The gracious promise shines , Through life's dark, dangerous road } 

How c;m the powers of darkness raze Let each advancing step still bring 

Those everlasting lines. Me nearer to my God. 



His every word of grace is strong 
As that which built the skies ; 

The voice that rolls the stars along 
Speaks all the promise*. 



5 My Father! O permit my heart 
To plead its humble claim, 

And ask the bliss those words impart, 
In my Redeemer's name. 



BOYLSTON. 



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FIRST HYMN. 

There sickness never comes ; 

There grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 

And purest pleasure reigns. 

No strife nor envy there 
The sons of peace molest ; 

But harmony and love sincere 
Fill every happy breast. 

No cloud those regions know, 

Forever bright and fair; 
For sin, the source of mortal woe, 

Can never enter there. 

There night is never known, 
Nor sun's faint sickly ray ; 

But slory from th'eternal throne 
Spreads everlasting day. 

O may this prospect fire 
Our hearts with ardent love! 

And lively faith and strong desire 
Bear every thought above. 



SECOND HYMN. 

Imposture shrinks from light, 
And dreads the curious eye ; 

But christian truths the tes't invite,— 
They bid us search and try. 

A meek, inquiring mind, 
Lord, help us to maintain; 

That growing knowledge we may find, 
And growing virtue gain. 

With understanding blest, 

Created to be free, 
Our faith on man we dare not rest, 

Subject to none but thee. 

Give us the light we need ; 

Our minus with knowledge fill; 
From noxious error guard our creed, 

From prejudice our will. 

The truth thou shalt impart, 
May we with firmness own; 

Abhorring each evasive art, 
And iearing thee alone. 




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FIRST HYMN. 

What glorious tidings do I hear 
From my Redeemer's tongue! 

I can no longer silence bear, 
I'll burst into a song. 



SECOND HYMN. 

O Lord, accept the sacred hour 
Which we to thee have given, 

And may this hallow'd scene liavepow'r, 
To raise our souls to heaven. 

The blind receive their sight with joy, Still may we hold, till life departs, 
The lame are now restored ; The precepts of thy Son, 

The dumb their loosen'd tongues em- Nor let our tho'tless, thankless hearts, 
The deaf can hear the word, [ploy j Forget what he has done. 

The dead are raised to life anew, His true disciples may we live, 

By renovating grace, From sin and error free, 

The glorious gospel's preached to you, And humbly learn, like him, to give 

The poor of Adam's race. Our every power to thee. 



O wondrous type of things divine, 
When Christ displays his love, 

To raise from woe the sinking mind, 
To reign with him above! 



Arnl oft along our pilgrim-way, 
To smooth our passage through, 

Wilt thou, on this thy sacred day, 
Thin holy sceno renew. 



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Though every prospect pleases, 

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The heathen In his blindness 

Bows down to wood aud stone. 



Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Shall we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny? 
Salvation! () Salvation! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learned Messiah's nam* 



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Of his deliverance I will boast, 
Till all that are distressed 

From my example comfort take, 
And charm their griefs to rest. 



RESPONSES. 



1 In all my vast concerns with thee, 
In vain my soul would try 

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye. 



Their drooping hearts were soon re- 2 My heart, and all my ways, O God, 
Who looked to him for aid ; [freshed By thee are searched and seen ; 

Desired success in every face, My outward acts thine eye observes — 

A cheerful air displayed. My secret thoughts within. 



The hosts of God encamp around 
The dwellings of the just; 

Deliverance he affords to all 
Who on his succor trust. 

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Experience will decide 

How Iks; they arc, and only they, 
Who in bin truth confide. 



3 Jehovah lives, and be his name 
By every heart adored ; 

From age to age he is the same, 
The only God and Lord. 

4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, 
My God, my heavenly Kim:! 

Let age to age thv righteousness 
In songs of glory king. 



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Let us all in thee inherit, 

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Take away the love of sinning, 

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End of faith, as its beginning, 

Set our hearts at liberty. 

Come, almighty to deliver, 
Let us all thy life receive! 

Suddenly return, and never, 
Never more thy temple leave! 



Thee we would be always blessing, 
Serve thee as thine hosts above ; 

Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 
Glory in thy perfect love. 

Finish then thy new creation, 

Happy, holy may we be: 
Let us see our whole salvation 

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Changed from glory into glory, 

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Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost ill wonder, love and praise. 



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Or earth thy humble footstool laid: Or the last watch of ending night: 

Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, Death, like an overflowing stream, 
Or dust was fashioned into man ; Sweeps us away — our life's a dream, 

Ynd long thy kingdom shall endure, An empty tale, a morning flower 
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And whene'er in death I slumber, 
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Human hearts and looks deceive me- 

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God of wisdom, love, and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends disown me ; Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 

Show thy face, and all is bright. Were that joy unmixed with thee. 



Man may trouble and distress me, 
'Twill but drive me to thy breast ; 

Life with trials hard may press me, 
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 

Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
While thy love is left to me-, 



Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, 

Come, disaster, scorn, and pain, 
In thy service pain is pleasure, 

With thy favor loss is gain. 
I have called thee Abba, Father, 

I hnve set my heart on thee ; 
Storms may howl, and clouds may ga- 

AU must work for good to me. [ther, 



Haste my soul from grace to glory, 

Arnrd by taith, and wing'd by pray'r, 
Heaven's eternal days before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, 
Hope shail change to glad fruition, 

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 



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FIRST HYMN. 

Thy goodness like the sun, 
Dawned on our early days, 

Ere infant reason had begun 
To torm our lips to praise. 



SECOND HYMN. 

Lord what a feeble piece 
Is this our mortal frame! 

Our lite, how poor a trifle 'tis, 
That scarce deserves a name' 



But we expect a day Alas! 'twas brittle clay 
Still brighter far than this, That built our body first! 

When death shall bear our souls away And every month, and every day 
To realms of light and bliss. 'Tis mouldering back to dust 



There rapturous scenes of joy 
Shall burst upon our sight ; 

And every pain, and tear and sigh, 
lie drowned in endless light. 

Nor shall that radiant day, 

So joyfully begun, 
In evening shadows die away 

Beneath the evening sun. 

How various and how new 
Are thy compassions, Lord! 

Eternity thy love shall show, 
And all thy truth record 



Our moments fly apace, 
Nor will our minutes stay ; 

Just, like a flood our hasty days 
Are sweeping us away. 

Well, if our days must fly, 
We'll keep their end in sight 5 

We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, 
And let them speed their flight. 

They'll waft us sooner o'er 
This life's tempestuous sea; 

Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore 
Of blest eternity. 



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So let thy pardoning love be found. 

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Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offences pain my eyes. 

My lips with shame my sins confess 
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Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 

1 am condemned, but thou art clear! 



Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
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RESPONSE. 

Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, 
His help and comfort still afford ; 
And let a wretch come near thy throne, 
To plead the merits of thy Son. 



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Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part ; 
Who all night long unwearied sing, 
Glory to thee, eternal King. 

May I like you in God delight, 
Have all day long my God in sight ; 
Perform like you my Maker's will: 
O! may I never more do ill. 

Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; But can it he? that Power divine 

Scatter my sins as morning dew; Is throned in light's unbounded blaze; 

Guard my first spring of tho't and will, And countless worlds and angels join 
And with thyseli' my spirit fill. To swell the glorious song of praise: 

Direct, control, suggest this day, And will he deign to lend an ear, 

All I design, or do, or say, When I, poor abject mortal, pray? 

That all my pow'rs, with all their might, Yes, boundless goodness! he will hear, 
In thy sole glory may unite. • Nor cost tno mwnneat wretch away. 



SECOND HYMN. 

Arise, my soul! with rapture rise! 
And, fill'd with love and fear, adore 
The awful Sovereign of the skies, 
Whose mercy lends me one day more. 

And may this day, indulgent Power! 
Not idly pass, nor fruitless be; 
But may each swiftly flying hour 
Still nearer bring my soul to Thee! 



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Willing to be your Savior. 

that you would on him believe, 

All your transgressions he'll forgive; 

Comfort and peace shall you receive, 
Flowing from Christ for ever. 



Then shall the heavenly arches iing — 
81 Giory to God our Savior!" 

Angels and saints shall join to sing 

Praises for all his favor. 
Then shall the theme of perfect love, 
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Praising the Lord for «\er. 



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To give the mourner joy, 
To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
Was his divine employ. 

Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn 
Patient and meek he stood! 

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life; 
lie labored for their good. 

To God he left his righteous cause, 

And still his task pursued j 



While humble prayer and holy faith 
His fainting strength renewed. 

In the last hour of deep distress, 

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And false the light on glory's plume, 

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Are blossoms gathered for the tomb; 

There's nothing bright but Heaven. 

Poo. wanderers of a stormy day, 

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There's nothing calm but Heaven. 

O where's the hand held out to cheer, 

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There's nothing kind but Heaven. 



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This world's not " all a fleeting show, 

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Hath something felt of Heaven. 

He that the Ch istian's course hath run 

And all his foes forgiven — 
Who measures out life's little span, 
In love to God, and love to man, 

On earth has tasted Heaven. 



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Who shortly to blessings unbounded shall rise ? 

No longer I'll murmur, no longer repine, 

But joy 'mid all troubles since heaven is mine; 

Then deep in oblivion be sunk every fear, 

Be erased from my bosom each trace of despair. 

Oh aid me, ye angels, its wonders to tell, 
Encompass the theme, in full symphony dwell; 
But still it enlarges — no angel can scan, 
The scheme of redemption, the wonderful plan 



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